I'm charmed by the fact so many people live such comfortable self-indulgent lives that (a) they can spend a significant portion of their time fretting about mindless trivia, and (b) they can work themselves up into temper-tantrums secure in the knowledge that they won't be sent to bed early without any supper. Our modern cult of victimhood, wherein everyone is a victim of something, is truly delightful. Assuming, that is, one adores the study of mental dysfunction. Otherwise, it's just sad.